July 6, 2009
[A familiar shape - for it is hardly anything more than a shape, flat, white and about the size of a hand - floats back through the train. It has taken a long time to invade indeed - ever a new thing here, there. Yet there's no opposition; not the way it expects. The train has people on it, but largely the Invader, unless it makes a scene, manages to be unnoticed. There comes no automatic attack - already it has taken to heart the prior suggestion of a peaceful invasion.
So, it has.
There is no telling, for it, how long it has taken the little invader to relentlessly march, never sleeping, never tiring, through the train. It itself does not know. But it has been thinking, as much as it can, all this time - repeating to itself a single mantra - ]
My mission is to invade.
[It seems to have taken to talking to itself; but the difference between internal and external thought was never that clear a line.]
It is my purpose.
[The little invader continues drifting, with the single-minded determination only a computer can ever display.]
Command would not forget.
...
My mission is to invade.
So, it has.
There is no telling, for it, how long it has taken the little invader to relentlessly march, never sleeping, never tiring, through the train. It itself does not know. But it has been thinking, as much as it can, all this time - repeating to itself a single mantra - ]
My mission is to invade.
[It seems to have taken to talking to itself; but the difference between internal and external thought was never that clear a line.]
It is my purpose.
[The little invader continues drifting, with the single-minded determination only a computer can ever display.]
Command would not forget.
...
My mission is to invade.